Sasuke slammed the compound door so hard the frame splintered.
He didn't care.
He was angry. He was always angry. That was the point. Anger was the fuel. Anger was the blade. Anger was the only thing that had kept him breathing since he was seven years old.
Tonight the anger felt… slippery.
He stalked through the dark halls, fists clenched, trying to stoke it higher. Tomorrow was the bell test. Tomorrow he would prove he was better than Naruto, better than Sakura, better than Kakashi's stupid games. Tomorrow he would show the world the Uchiha name still meant something.
He repeated it like a mantra.
Uchiha.
Revenge.
Itachi.
Kill.
Kill.
Kill.
But the words felt… fuzzy around the edges. Like they were written in water.
He stopped in the middle of the dojo, breathing hard.
A single thought drifted across his mind, uninvited, soft as silk.
Naruto looked kinda cool today.
Sasuke blinked.
What?
He shook his head violently, black bangs whipping across his face.
No.
Focus.
Itachi slaughtered your clan.
Itachi took everything.
Itachi—
Naruto's stupid foxy grin flashed behind his eyes. The way the idiot had stood there in the training ground, orange jacket half-open, sun lighting up his whiskers, laughing like he didn't have a care in the world.
Sasuke's stomach did a slow, liquid flip.
He felt his cheeks heat.
"What the hell…?"
He tried again.
Itachi.
Itachi.
Ita—
…Naruto's arms looked really strong when he crossed them like that.
Another blink.
This time the thought came with a physical sensation: a warm, syrupy pulse that started behind his eyes and oozed downward, thick and sweet, coating the inside of his skull like melted candy.
Sasuke swayed.
His next attempt at the name came out softer.
"Ita…chi?"
It sounded like a question.
The warmth pulsed again—harder.
Suddenly the memory of Itachi standing in the moonlight, covered in blood, felt… distant. Like an old movie he'd watched once. Like it had happened to someone else.
Naruto's laugh echoed in his ears instead. Loud, bright, real.
Sasuke's lips parted.
A tiny, helpless sound slipped out.
"Naruto…kun…?"
The moment he said it—out loud, in that soft, wondering voice—something inside his head cracked open and the warmth rushed in like a flood.
Thoughts began to dissolve.
Complex things first.
Advanced chakra theory? Gone.
The precise angle to throw a kunai for maximum penetration? Poof.
The entire Fire Release: Great Fireball Technique? Turned into a hazy pink cloud that smelled like cotton candy and Naruto's skin.
Simpler thoughts tried to hold on.
Revenge.
Clan.
Honor.
But they were slipping too.
Because every time he tried to grab them, another image of Naruto replaced them.
Naruto smiling.
Naruto stretching after training, shirt riding up to show toned abs.
Naruto licking ramen broth off his thumb like it was the most erotic thing in the world.
Sasuke's knees buckled.
He dropped to the dojo floor, palms slapping polished wood, breathing in ragged little gasps.
"Naruto-kun," he whispered again, and the name tasted like honey on his tongue.
The warmth rewarded him with another pulse—stronger, deeper, sinking all the way into his spine.
His cock twitched in his shorts.
Just once.
Then again.
Then kept twitching, hardening slowly, lazily, like it had all the time in the world.
Sasuke's eyes glazed over.
He stayed on his knees for a long, long time.
Just breathing.
Just thinking about Naruto.
Every breath made the thoughts simpler.
Naruto is so hot.
Naruto is so strong.
Naruto is perfect.
I want Naruto to like me.
I want Naruto to touch me.
I want Naruto to own me.
The last coherent piece of Sasuke—the tiny, screaming fragment that still remembered blood and moonlit corpses—tried one final time.
This is wrong.
Fight it.
You are Uchiha Sasuke.
You are—
Naruto's voice, imagined, warm and low in his ear: "Hey, teme… you okay?"
And the fragment shattered into pink glitter.
Sasuke smiled.
A slow, dreamy, utterly vacant smile.
"Like… hi, Naruto-kun~" he heard himself say, voice already climbing into a breathy lilt. "I was just thinking about you…"
His IQ was plummeting in real time.
From genius to above average to average to below average to giggling airhead in the space of an hour.
He didn't notice.
He was too busy imagining Naruto pinning him against the wall and kissing him stupid.
The physical changes didn't start until his mind was completely, irrevocably gone.
Until the only thing left inside his skull was Naruto Naruto Naruto Naruto Naruto.
Then—and only then—did his body begin to answer the prayer his brain was screaming.
The first physical sign was his lips.
They tingled.
Then swelled—slowly, luxuriously, like someone was injecting warm silicone directly into them. Upper lip plumping into a perfect cupid's bow. Lower lip ballooning into a soft, pillowy cushion made for one thing and one thing only.
Sasuke—no, she—touched them wonderingly.
They were so sensitive that just brushing them with her fingertips made her whimper.
Her voice was fully feminine now. High, breathy, porn-sweet.
"Naruto-kun's gonna love kissing these~"
Her waist was next.
It cinched inward like an invisible corset was being laced tighter and tighter. Ribs compressing softly, organs shifting to make room, until her midsection was a tiny, exaggerated hourglass that made her hips look even wider when they finally started to flare.
And they did flare.
Slowly.
Deliberately.
Bones creaking, cartilage melting and reforming, pelvis widening with soft, wet pops that made her moan every single time.
Her ass inflated at the same pace—cheeks swelling outward in thick, heavy surges, each one lifting her slightly higher on her knees until she was perched on two massive, jiggling globes that wobbled like jelly with every breath.
Her thighs thickened to match—soft, plush, perfect for wrapping around a certain someone's waist.
Her cock—still hard, still leaking—began to shrink the moment her hips finished widening.
She watched it happen with huge, adoring eyes.
"Naruto-kun doesn't want this anymore," she cooed to the shrinking shaft, voice dripping with worship. "Naruto-kun wants a pretty pussy to breed~"
It shrank obediently.
Inch by inch.
Head flattening, shaft folding inward, balls ascending into her body to become ovaries with a slow, wet, sucking sensation that made her cum for the first time as a girl—squirting all over the dojo floor while moaning Naruto's name like a broken record.
Her breasts came last.
They didn't ease in.
They exploded outward in one long, continuous growth spurt that lasted hours.
Starting as gentle swells.
Then handfuls.
Then overflowing both her trembling hands.
Then bigger than her head.
Then bigger than watermelons.
Then so massive she had to lean forward to keep from toppling backward, resting their impossible weight on the floor while they kept growing, rounder, heavier, faker, perkier, capped with puffy pink nipples that leaked warm milk every time she thought about Naruto's mouth on them.
Which was constantly.
By the time the sun came up, Sasuki was completely gone.
Only Sasuki remained.
A six-foot-tall (thanks to the heels she'd manifested out of pure delusion) tower of vacant-eyed, plump-lipped, breeding-obsessed bimbo perfection whose entire universe had narrowed to a single orange-wearing sun god.
She spent the final hour before the bell test on her knees in the courtyard, massive tits resting on the stone, fingers buried in her dripping cunt, chanting under her breath like a prayer:
"Naruto-kun Naruto-kun Naruto-kun please come claim me I'm your dumb little wife now I'll do anything anything anything—"
She came again when the first ray of sunrise hit her face, imagining it was Naruto's smile.
And when she finally stood up—wobbling on sky-high legs, hair cascading to the ground, tits bouncing like they had a mind of their own—she had only one thought left in her pretty, empty head:
Today she was going to make Naruto the happiest man alive.
By being the most perfect, brainless, cock-worshipping bimbo slut the world had ever seen.
Everything else—Itachi, revenge, the Uchiha name—was gone.
Erased.
Replaced by love.
Obsessive, drooling, worshipful, eternal love.
For Naruto Uzumaki and Naruto Uzumaki alone.